Sydney

“Sydney.”

I froze.

My hand stayed pressed against the gym door as my heart leapt straight into my mouth, my eyes widening before I could stop them.

Because Tyler had just called my name.

‘Run away.’ Something mocked me in my head, and I swear I almost listened.

Just leave and pretend I hadn’t heard him.

Pretend I hadn’t walked into an empty gym looking for him like some obsessed idiot.

But then there was shuffling behind me, and I turned before my brain could catch up.

Tyler was on his feet now.

Six-foot-something of boy glory, standing in the middle of the basketball court.

The purple Lakeview hoodie...